Wen Ting came alone to the top-floor office of the Zhu family's Zhu's Building and stood there timidly.
Zhu Mo sent him a message in the morning, asking him to wait for him here, not at the Zhu family.
Wen Ting naturally obeyed and arrived half an hour early as requested.
Looking at the cameras everywhere in the office, the idea of secretly sitting down to rest disappeared from his mind.
He is now over ninety years old, and his old legs tremble just by standing.
After waiting for nearly an hour, Wen Ting tapped his thigh, his face full of discomfort.
"How come this little thing has such a poor sense of time that he's more than half an hour late..." Wen Ting muttered softly, his cunning eyes darting around.
Wen Ting was thinking about how to find the blind spot of the camera and secretly sit on the ground to take a rest when he heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.
He immediately turned to the door with his crutches, and an extremely flattering smile appeared on his weathered old face.
Sure enough, Zhu Mo walked in with a few of his well-dressed men in suits.
"Hey hey...hello, Master Zhu!"
Glancing at the flattering Wen Ting, Zhu Moli ignored him and walked to the sofa and sat down.
Faced with Zhu Mo's indifference, Wen Ting did not show any displeasure. He followed Zhu Mo and sat on the sofa opposite him.
As soon as his buttocks touched the sofa, the lovely-looking woman standing behind Zhu Mo shouted coldly: "Did the master let you sit?"
Wen Ting was so scared that he quickly stood up and apologized: "Oh... I'm so sorry, Master Zhu."
"I'm old, and my old bones can't stand for long. Master Zhu, please forgive me..." Wen Ting muttered pitifully, still with a flattering smile on his face.
"Number Seven, how can you be so rude to Mr. Wen?"
"I'm sorry, Master." Number 7 pouted his face and apologized aggrievedly.
He extended his hand to Wen Ting and made a gesture of invitation: "Please sit down, Mr. Wen. How is the matter going? Is Wen Zhong willing to leave Tianjing City?"
Wen Ting sat down and patted his chest with a smile: "Don't worry about the old man's work. Wen Zhong said that as long as you let the Wen family go, he will agree to any conditions."
"Hehe, this little thing is still easy to fool. Tell me all the conditions you offer, and I will definitely get them done for you."
Nodding with satisfaction, Zhu Mo instructed No. 7 beside him: "Then transfer the money to Mr. Wen as required this afternoon."
"Yes!" Number 7 nodded in response.
When Wen Ting heard that Zhu Mo would transfer money to him in the afternoon, his old face turned red with excitement and he was secretly happy.
Although he was of a high rank in the Wen family, it did not mean that he was financially strong.
Wen Ting, who spent the second half of his life obsessed with collecting antiques, ultimately couldn't resist the temptation given by Zhu Mo.
Not only was there a huge sum of money, but there was also a treasure that he simply couldn't refuse.
"Um...can you let me see the dragon-patterned gourd bottle? I'll just take a look first...and then you can give it to me after you're done." Wen Ting said in a humble tone.
Zhu Mo, who had a serious face, couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Wen Ting and said contemptuously, "Look at you. You like antiques so much at your age?"
Wen Ting scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "This is the only interest I have in living. Excuse me, Master Zhu."
"I've prepared it for you a long time ago. Take it away today." Zhu Mo said nonchalantly.
Then, a sturdy man gently placed an exquisite wooden box in front of Wen Ting.
Wen Ting couldn't help but smile and stroked the wooden box in front of him: "Can I take it away today?"
Seeing Zhu Mo nod, Wen Ting smiled brightly like a happy child.
He opened the wooden box carefully, his eyes full of greed and appreciation.
I couldn't stop praising it: "It's so beautiful... It's hard to imagine that there are such beautiful things in the world."
After admiring it for a while, Wen Ting realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately closed the wooden box and awkwardly said, "By the way... How have you been lately, brother Zhu Cheng?"
"Zhu Cheng?"
After hearing the name, Zhu Mo looked at his watch and said nonchalantly, "He's dead. His funeral will be held in an hour."
She raised her eyes and looked at him coldly: "Do you know each other well?"
"Ah! He's dead... I... I'm not familiar with him, we're just nodding acquaintances."
Wen Ting, who originally wanted to build relationships with the people he knew, didn't expect such an embarrassing thing to happen.
Buzz buzz buzz...
At this time, the man in a suit and sunglasses standing behind Zhu Mo took out a vibrating cell phone from his arms, answered the call, covered his mouth and whispered: "Hello, yes!... Got it, I'll convey it to the head of the family now."
The man in the suit hung up the phone, bowed slightly to Zhu Mo and said, "Master, Zhu Liangping and Zhu Liangyin, the top members of the family, committed suicide at home."
Zhu Mo crossed his legs and nodded calmly: "Well, what a pity. Let's hold the funerals of the two brothers together."
Soon, the suit man's phone vibrated again. He answered the call and said a few simple words before bowing to Zhu Mo again:
"Master, your cousin Zhu Yu committed suicide in the casino and was just discovered by our people. Please accept my condolences."
Wen Ting was so frightened that he sat upright, not daring to breathe.
Crossing his legs, Zhu Mo touched his ears impatiently: "Why do these guys always commit suicide these days? Don't you think it's weird?"
"ah?"
Wen Ting was stunned by the question, and after a while he replied softly: "Strange... It's really too strange. Maybe... Maybe people are under a lot of pressure recently..."
Wen Ting is not a fool. It was strange enough that the two brothers committed suicide at home, but one of them actually committed suicide in a casino?
I'm afraid they all committed suicide.
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